Today I sit facing the moon,and watch the waves of You
roll in;
roll out...
and, noticing my breath and thoughts
I see that I'm not sleepy now:
there is no place I'm going to
that is not You,
and I am dancing on the edge
of being and nothingness,
alight with love and longing.
Why count these breaths
when I could be lying
in a hammock woven of moonbeams?
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1 comment:
Love the image of a "hammock woven with moonbeams". It works beautifully here.
What a contrast this image makes with the photo on your main post. It sets us up to see Divine Presence.
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